A coward is incapable of exhibiting love; it is the prerogative of the brave-M.K.Gandhi

But, is it nothing to know when you are dying, when you are about to take leave of this world, of its joys and sorrows, when the past of your life is unfurled before you, when eternity opens wide its portals, is it nothing to know at that last awful,supreme moment of your lives, that you have not lived in vain, that you have lived for the benefit of others, that you have lived to help in the cause of your country's regeneration?

-Surendranath Banerjea

Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Love..

It's the stark differences and the beautiful compatibility to each other that makes love wonderful..Love is so very mundane when you pair with a similar person as you..It becomes exciting when both are at odds and yet couple so interestingly as in a ball and socket joint..Unlike poles always attract.. :)

I do my thing and you do your thing, I am not in this world to live up to your expectations and you are not in this world to live up to mine. You are YOU and I am I and if by chance we find each other,.it's BEAUTIFUL!!

-Khalil Gibran

Innocence is a gift at fourteen. A disaster at forty.

- Alchemy of Desire : Tarun Tejpal

Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.

His intellectualism was a sham, a misuse of the mind, a series of expedients.

-Guerrillas : V.S.Naipaul

When catastrophe strikes,there can be no happier way of facing death. So let me cry out in anguish to a distant love: My darling,my beauty,my long suffering sweet,the disaster is fast approaching,so come to me,come to me now; wherever you happen to be at this moment - a smoke filled office, a messy blue bedroom, an onion scented kitchen in a house steaming with laundry - know that the time has come, so come to me ; let us draw the curtains against the disaster pressing upon us; as darkness encroaches, let us lock ourselves in a last embrace and silently await the hour of our death.